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[h=1]Dogs Trust hero nomination for Cornish lurcher cross Blitzen[/h] An unwanted dog rehomed by a Cornish family has been nominated for a "hero" award for refusing to leave their unconscious 13-year-old daughter.

Annie Thomas from St Agnes was taking the lurcher-collie cross out for a walk when she slipped and fell, knocking herself out.

Blitzen stayed by her side for eight hours until she was rescued.

Annie's mother, Heather Garton, said Blitzen had kept her daughter warm and protected her.
Ms Garton said that when Annie did not return from her walk one afternoon last October she became increasingly worried and eventually contacted Devon and Cornwall Police.

Cold weather

Cornwall Search and Rescue volunteers, who were also involved in the search for Annie, finally found the missing girl about midnight when the light from their torches was reflected in Blitzen's eyes.
"And when Cornwall Search and Rescue actually found her, he went forward and stood in front of her in a protective mode," Ms Garton told BBC News.

"They had to convince him it was OK because they were there to help - only then did he let them by and he went back to her side again."

Annie spent two days in hospital but made a full recovery.

Blitzen is one of four dogs shortlisted for the Dogs Trust Honours hero award.

The Dogs Trust said the weather was extremely cold, so Blitzen's determination to stay by Annie's side "undoubtedly" saved her life.

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Blitzen, who is 17 months old, was rescued from a local dogs' home as a five-week-old puppy.

The winner will be announced at a ceremony in London on 21 May, hosted by Dragons' Den presenter Deborah Meaden.

Now compare this with what a fucking cat would have done - assuming that you could get the bastard thing out for a walk. As soon as the girl collapsed it would have eaten her eye-balls, shat in her eye sockets and then fucked off to find a mad and lonely old woman or mad and lonely young woman from whom it could blag a tin of tuna.

LE

As a four year old my sister went missing. Hours later she was found on a roundabout in a park a mile away. Police had to get me and my mother to get her as our dog (then 18month old collie/springer cross) would not let the police near her. Considering the treatment some of them get at the hands of humans were lucky to have them on our side.

Haven't had an accident in years. See a lot in my rear view mirror though.

LE

I've got a cat. Saved my life on many occasions most recently when it dragged me from my burning car in the nick of time before the full fuel tank exploded devastating a nearby village.You must have read about it. Persephone was given a bravery award by ITV's "Good Morning".

LE

I used to have a canary. Saved my life when there was a build up of methane gas in my four-man room at Arborfield after a week-long bender whilst fed only on cheap Fosters, NAAFI pies and kebabs from Stans van (the dirty bicycle thieving kebab van cunt).

LE

LE

I've got a cat. Saved my life on many occasions most recently when it dragged me from my burning car in the nick of time before the full fuel tank exploded devastating a nearby village.You must have read about it. Persephone was given a bravery award by ITV's "Good Morning".

It probably set you up in the first place and only dragged you clear when it realised it couldn't open the tins of cat food by itself...

Don't kid yourself - it probably despises you.

Rodney2q

In the career of glory one gains many things; the gout and medals, a pension and rheumatism....all of these fatigues experienced in your youth, you pay for when you grow old. Because one has suffered in years gone by, it is necessary to suffer more, which does not seem exactly fair.

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